Page 82 of Sweet Heat at Bayside
He looked about as sleepy as Serena felt. They hadn’t slept much last night. They’d lain beneath the stars talking and kissing, waiting for everyone else to fall asleep so they could finally,blissfully, make sweet, passionate love. Keeping quiet wasn’t easy, especially when Drake knew every single pleasure point on her body and always seemed to discover more. Luckily, he was a master at silencing her with delicious kisses that made her body melt and her head spin.
“I love you guys,” Serena said as she and Drake made their way to the dock with her work clothes and heels packed away in her messenger bag.
“Where are you going, Uncle Drake?” Hagen asked.
“I’m just going to walk Serena up to her apartment. I’ll be back soon.”
“Take your time,” Dean said. “We’re in no hurry.”
“Yes, definitely. Take however long you need,” Emery encouraged them.
“Bye!” Hagen waved wildly, until Mira managed to divert his attention.
Serena tried to stave off her sadness as they left their friends behind and made their way to her apartment building.
Drake kissed her shoulder. “How’s my sun-kissed girl?”
“My world feels perfect when I’m with you,” she said honestly. “And even more so when we’re with our friends. I needed the visit so much. I missed being out on the water and acting like fools with everyone.”
“Water is to you what music is to me. It’d been so long since you were out on the boat, I figured you needed to fill that well again before heading into another work week.”
Music filtered into her ears from across the street, and she remembered their first afternoon in Boston, when Drake had borrowed a guitar and sang to her. She’d thought that was the happiest day of her life, but every weekend they were together was even better.
They headed up to her apartment. As they stepped inside the apartment that had been filled with so much life last night, sorrow shrouded her. Why did it always hit so hard when they were close to their final goodbyes?
Drake gathered her in his arms, and she buried her face in his chest.
“Don’t be sad, Supergirl.” He stroked his hand down her back and kissed the top of her head.
“I don’t even know why I get sad.” She tilted her face up and said, “We just had an amazing time. I should be on cloud nine, and Iam, but I hate the distance between us during the week.”
“Five days and I’ll be back. You can count on that. You don’t have to fight the traffic. I’ll even come up during the week if you want me to.”
Her phone rang, but she didn’t want to move out of his arms. When it rang again, he reached into her pocket and pulled it out.
“It’s Justine, babe.”
“Justine?” She’d left her a message a few days ago and wondered why she hadn’t heard back. “I’ll just be a sec. Don’t leave, okay?”
He scoffed. “I’m not going anywhere until I see you smile.”
She pressed the phone to her ear, feeling better already. “Hi, Jus. How are you?”
“I don’t know. Freaking out a little.”
“Why? What’s going on? Is Ginny okay?” Ginny was her baby girl.
“Yes, she’s adorable. It’s business stuff. I need a favor.”
Serena followed Drake into the living room and sat beside him on the couch. Drake slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Sure. Whatever you need.”
“I know you’re tied up with your new job, but you know that client you referred from P-town? Donovan? He owns Swank?”
“Yes. I really liked him.”
“I wonder if you can take on his project. I’m days away from firming up the sale of Shift, and Donovan had nothing but horrible things to say about the new buyers. He refuses to work with them, and—”
“Whoa! Hold on.” Serena shot to her feet, her heart racing. “Newbuyers? You’re selling Shift? What happened?”
